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On the other hand, Han Nanxian was staring at his friend who happened to be in the same class as him. Wasn’t Genius Gu refusing to join other students? Where did his special classes go now?
Pretending bastard!
However, he resisted the urge to snort. Such an unreliable friend. Then again, Gu Shangyan refused to be called friend by him as the former had declared him his rival.
Gu Shangyan wanted to beat Han Nanxian in exams before the latter would leave school to enter college. Everyone knew that Han Nanxian was planning to complete high school in two years and it wouldn’t be difficult for him as he was a genius.
Han Nanxian never took Gu Shangyan’s challenges seriously. He believed that despite his IQ being equal to his friend, they were not a match as he was two years older than the other boy.
They weren’t equal in competition. So, he always considered Gu Shangyan his friend but the latter was hellbent on defeating him.
“What?” Han Naxian asked when he found him deep in thought. When did this piece of ice start scowling? Wasn’t showing emotions or something similar on his face akin to world destruction?
“Nothing, ” Gu Shangyan muttered as he looked at An Xiulan once again. Why was she not talking to him? And why on earth was she pretending as if she didn’t know him? Also, why were her friends who he joined once for lunch ignoring him too?
Had he done something to upset her?
When all his attention was on An Xiulan, he failed to notice a murderous look in a certain school tyrant’s eyes.
Han Zixin didn’t understand why he suddenly disliked Gu Shangyan? Maybe, the reason for his dislike for Gu Shangyan was like his awesomeness.
Inherent.
The entire Class Ten K was put in a bad mood when both Han Nanxian and Gu Shangyan stood near the podium. The ever so noisy class was as quiet as a still sea. They were so upset that they didn’t even bother to open their mouths to express dissatisfaction. ρꪖꪕᦔꪖꪕꪫꪣꫀꪶ
When the students had heard from Qiao Wei that someone for class Ten A had bullied their classmate and called her names in the staff room, they were enraged. They wanted to beat that kid until he wouldn’t be able to pronounce his own name but then someone posted the matter on the internet and everyone started discussing An Xiulan all over the internet.
Since her name was not known by anyone, everyone in the class under the leadership of Big Boss Han prevented everyone else from entering their class and trying to capture the picture of new transfer students.
So many things were happening against her but the students didn’t even let An Xiulan get a whiff of what those wicked students were plotting against her. They didn’t answer back to any comment on the post even when their blood was boiling like water at 100° C and pretended as if they didn’t see anything at all when they were noting down everything in their black diaries.
All of them joined hands together to protect An Xiulan from cyber and campus bullying in the only way a group of sixteen years old teenagers deemed fit.
They were not excellent with their methodology but they succeeded to some extent.
Instead of attacking first, they took a step back to defend their classmate.
Thus, when they saw God Han and genius Gu, they all appeared as if they had seen their pets dying before their eyes.
“I thought everyone wants to be acquainted with us,” Han Nanxian asked when he saw the gloomy looks on the faces of students of Class Ten K. The narcissistic in him was hurt.
He knew what kind of reputation top students had in the hearts of low scorers. All of them were jealous of them because of their limited abilities. Yet, students like Han Nanxian and Gu Shangyan were famous in high school not because they were excellent students but because of their good looks and family background. Everyone wanted to be in their good grace.
However, he was hesitant to believe his old beliefs today…
Gu Shangyan sneered coldly. “You are talking about Lu Xuan or Han Zixin. You might be God Han of Jingyuan High School but they are more famous than you.”
What teenager didn’t like bad boys? This was the age when bad boys were more in demand than the good students. The number of confession letters and snacks Lu Xuan and Han Zixin received was more than what other students received.
“You mean notorious,” Han Nanxian said, amused. Of course, he wasn’t petty enough to dwell on it for a long time. He felt like an old man among the group of teenagers. What he had gone through in the last eighteen years of his life had made him more mature and experienced than these teenagers in high school. Thus, he called himself an old soul stuck in the middle of children.